I Have Photos in Galleries

When: December
Where: Geralyn’s Art Studio; 103 Baker, Maplewood (Map)
Where Else: ValleyArts ArtfullHoliday 400 S. Jefferson St. Orange (Map)

My Words in Video

Animation and Production: Efrat Dahan
Words: David Olimpio
More: Moving Words Website

The Photory…

Dirty Twins

Dirty Twins

the season of green is unfurling, and
we’ve eagerly yearned to be circling
eternally, whirling forever
in search of the
vermin, & only abjuring
when discerning and earning the spins

look

it’s not absurdity, because we know that we’re
sure to be, I mean we’ve certainly learned that we
aren’t pure or mature so the
word is we got to be
affirmatively
dirty twins

Anamnesis

Anamnesis

Everything I know is everything I’ve always known:
Shadows are only shadows to those
who’ve seen stars, who aren’t
locked away in caves, tied with chains, caught behind bars.

But even stars are not necessarily what they are
today, but now only light from white dwarfs
yesterday, because nothing
red or hot can survive this inflation, this
long ago explosion and dilation.

I could never drink enough to warm this
mistimed chill, could not fill
this continuous
listlessness, this
consistent malicious spiritlessness, and still

our universe, everything, once tight with absence, an
impossibly dense vastness, all knowledge, the very
last sense, will burn
off into a nothing
to which we’ll inexorably return, and

meanwhile, I will go about losing the things to say in
trying to find the ways to say them, and

will go about forgetting the thing I am in trying to
remember the ways I was then.

Even when everything is covered in white, and
up is down, and left is right, and
being over is through, I won’t
ever feel right when
I’m left
without you.

Desiderata

Desiderata

a thing you have lost, a
part of yourself
once had, now
gone

among the inscrutable white of
pages, notes, memories

forgotten, though nearly captured, only
surrounded by interminable

blank

spaces

Wrap

Wrap

whatever you do, don’t forget:
I can wrap my jaw
’round yer
spazzed-out little neck.

Kissilicks

Kissilicks

I am Kaiya the crazy koo of
Kissilicks, who
come to git
all up in your shit.

The Bloggery…

One Of My Pieces Has Become an Animation

One Of My Pieces Has Become an Animation

Recently, I went to Israel and performed live a piece I wrote for the MOVING WORDS project for ARTS By The People. Aside from the trip being fantastic for all kinds of personal reasons, I was honored to have the opportunity to debut the animation and perform it live at the  2017 Animix Festival in Tel Aviv.

The Only New Things I Write are Letters to You

The Only New Things I Write are Letters to You

I don’t think I’ve posted anything on Mother’s Day since my mom died. I don’t feel like verifying this fact, even though I easily could. What I do know is that in the past I’ve felt bitter about this day. I’ve felt bitter about it for reasons that go beyond my mother no longer being here. And maybe the fact that I felt it necessary and good to post something today had something to do with healing. Maybe the fact that I went ahead and took out her letters and her photographs today, scanned some of them in, put some words to page — something “new” — maybe this all has something to do with healing.

Resetting after a Pitfall of Despair

Resetting after a Pitfall of Despair

If you have read THIS IS NOT A CONFESSION please go to Amazon or Goodreads and review it. It’s Friday afternoon, after all. What better thing to do?!?

Atticus Review: Begin Anyway

Atticus Review: Begin Anyway

I’m not gonna lie, my inspire meter has been resting on “E” for the past few months. My dog brain has been in need of dem bones. Well, last week, I found a big bag of ’em in the form of the distinctly venerable (yet delightfully irreverent) journal, Atticus Review. I’m happy and excited to tell y’all that I’ll be the new Editor-in-Chief of that exceptional wardrobe of words, and it’s got my inspire meter back on the big “F” where it belongs. (‪#‎notaeuphemism‬)

This Is a Texas Book Tour

This Is a Texas Book Tour

This is the Texas Book Tour for This Is Not a Confession. June 4th through June 7th. Three cities. 450 Miles. The first stop was Austin at Book People. The only thing that could've made this better for me is if somehow Willie Nelson's name could've been on the marquee...